Mere wax and wick. But touch it with a flame -
Like sudden fireworks! The room's aglow.
But how it works, I doubt I'll ever know.
Each candle's different, but the light's the same.
It's all a jumble - scientific facts
Of heat and friction, waves and infrared.
But, textbook, if you can, explain instead
Why solace comes from simple wick and wax?
It's easy, really. Solace comes to soul -
To starving soul - as little scraps of light.
What difference makes it if the scrap is real?
If mortal thing can break immortal seal?
O Incorporeal, let fleshly fight
Until its candle's just a lump of coal.